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These are pleasant days, Tossed to and fro by a fading sunset breeze, warm in summer tones of deep green and bleached grey-blue sky, Walking by the river's edge one might hear a distant thrush, or vireo, mark its patch of sky, or riverbank, by a tumbling aire.
Marigolds and Queen Anne's Lace balance on tip-toe in orderly rows. Only the periwinkle breaks military rank pouring onto the lawn a prairie-fire of White flower-burst flames, licking at summer-brown grass.

© hok, 1993